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Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Words: 12,4k

Plot: Jason comes home bruised and sore, and you do what you do best: take care of him. But one thing leads to another, and soon, you're on your knees, making him fall apart, only to have him return the favor tenfold.

CW: established relationship, 18+, mention of blood, oral sex (m + f receiving), deep throating, cum swallowing, rough sex, overstimulation, praise, creampie, aftercare, fluff and a bit of angst

You don't even remember falling asleep. One minute you were curled up on the couch, legs tucked under you, Jason's hoodie swallowing you whole, and the next, your eyes snap open at the sound of keys jingling just outside the door.

Your heart stumbles over itself as you push up on your elbows, eyes darting to the clock glowing dimly from the wall. 3:26 am.

Not bad. Not great either, but you've seen worse. You rub your face, still heavy with sleep, and the fabric of Jason's hoodie pools around your wrists as you move. It smells like him, sharp leather and gunpowder, something faintly metallic that always clings to his clothes, and underneath all that, the warmth of his skin, like sunshine baked into cotton. You wear it every time he's out late. Sleeping in your bed without him feels wrong—too cold, too empty—so you do this instead, drowning in the closest thing you have to his arms.

Another jingle, then the unmistakable scrape of the deadbolt turning. Your heart gives another sharp little kick, but this time, it's relief flooding in. He's home.

The door swings open, and Jason steps inside. Bloody.

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Proof of Existence

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader Summary: You were used to waiting up for Jason after patrol, but you weren’t expecting Robin to be the one to climb through your window instead. Damian Wayne is determined to prove that Jason was lying about having a girlfriend, and unfortunately, that means invading your apartment at an ungodly hour. Things only escalate when he calls in reinforcements, and by the time Jason actually arrives, he finds you in the middle of a full-blown Wayne family interrogation.

Warnings: Fluff, sleep deprivation, Batfamily chaos, Jason being grumpy but soft

You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock. 2:37 AM.

Jason was late. Again.

You weren’t exactly worried he was Red Hood, after all but you hated waiting up for him, exhaustion pulling at your limbs while the city lights flickered outside your window.

You barely had time to close your eyes before you heard a rustling noise near the fire escape. Immediately alert, you tensed, but before you could reach for your phone, the window slid open.

A small, caped figure landed silently in your living room.

You blinked. “You’re not Jason.”

Damian Wayne Robin, Gotham’s tiniest menace straightened up, arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized you with a critical gaze.

“So you are real,” he muttered.

You stared at him, still half-asleep. “Excuse me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Todd claims he has a girlfriend. I assumed it was a delusion. But…” He took a step closer, inspecting you like a rare specimen. “You exist.”

“Uh… yeah?” you said slowly, watching as he started pacing around the apartment.

“This is unfortunate,” he muttered to himself.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “It’s almost three in the morning, Damian. Did you break in just to confirm I’m not imaginary?”

“I could have waited for Todd to bring you to the Manor, but that would’ve taken forever.” Damian wandered over to the bookshelf, tilting his head as he scanned the titles. “Hmph. Your taste in literature is acceptable.”

“Oh, thank God, I was really losing sleep over that one,” you deadpanned.

Damian ignored you, already moving to your kitchen. He opened the fridge, scowled, then closed it again. “You don’t eat enough protein.”

You groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Jason is going to kill you when he finds out you’re here.”

“Tt. I doubt it.”

Unfortunately, before you could kick him out, he pulled a communicator from his belt.

“You’re not—”

Too late.

“Drake, come in. I have urgent news,” Damian said, voice completely serious.

There was a brief static crackle before a groggy voice responded. “Damian, it’s late. What could possibly—”

“She’s real.”

Silence.

Then—“No f**ing way.”*

You groaned loudly, covering your face with a pillow.

A few minutes later, your front door actually opened, this time with a key Tim Drake, still in his Red Robin suit but looking like he regretted every decision that led him here.

“Oh my God,” Tim breathed, staring at you like he’d just seen a ghost. “Jason actually has a girlfriend.”

“Why does everyone think I’m fake?” you demanded.

Tim grinned. “Because Jason refuses to let us meet you. Honestly, I thought you were just an excuse for him to leave family dinners early.”

Damian huffed. “As if Todd would be clever enough for that.”

You sighed. “Okay. Great. Mystery solved. You guys can leave now—”

Knock knock.

Oh, come on.

The door opened again, and in strolled none other than Dick Grayson—Nightwing himself—looking far too excited for this hour.

Ohhhh, this is fantastic,” he said, beaming as he took in the scene. “We finally have proof! Jason’s not making it up!”

“I hate all of you,” you grumbled, pulling Jason’s discarded hoodie over your head as if that could make them all disappear.

“Are you being held against your will?” Dick asked, only half-joking.

“No, but I will commit a crime if you don’t let me sleep.”

Before Dick could respond, the window slammed open again.

What the hell is going on?

Jason stood on the fire escape, mask half-off, hair a mess, and murder in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, Jason,” Tim greeted casually. “Nice place.”

Jason’s eye twitched. “Are you—why—” He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “It is three in the goddamn morning.

“Yes, I noticed,” you said dryly.

Jason turned to you, taking in the way you looked tired, wrapped in his hoodie, blanket half-falling off the couch. His jaw tightened. “Baby, why are you still up?”

You gestured vaguely to the three idiots in your apartment. “Ask them.”

Jason’s glare could’ve set the building on fire. “What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Confirming she’s real,” Damian said simply.

Jason groaned. “Are you kidding me? You—” He pointed at Damian. “Go home. You—” Now at Tim. “Stop enabling this. And you—” Dick raised his hands before Jason could finish.

“Relax, Jaybird,” Dick said, smirking. “We’re just excited to meet the girl you’ve been hiding.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”

Are you two really dating?” a new voice cut through.

Stephanie Brown Batgirl was standing by the window now, her blonde hair messy from a night’s patrol. She crossed her arms, raising a brow at you. “I’m sorry, but I had to see for myself. I really thought it was just some weird ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ thing.”

Oh my God,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

“I’m just here for the popcorn,” Duke Thomas The Signal grinned from the doorway, joining the chaos with his own brand of enthusiasm.

Jason stood frozen, arms crossed, looking like he was about to explode. “This is not happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening,” Dick teased, leaning in and nudging Jason. “You can’t hide her anymore.”

Jason groaned, rubbing his face. “I swear to God…”

“Jason, relax,” you said, trying to calm him down, but your voice still laced with amusement. “Your family’s just a little... excited.”

Jason turned to you, his expression softening just a little. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I didn’t expect them to turn up like this, but…” He shot his family one last glare before pulling you closer. “I think I need some alone time with my girlfriend now.”

Everyone groaned in unison.

“You know what, fine,” Tim sighed, pushing himself off the wall. “We’ve gotten the proof we need. No more interruptions. You two have a good night.”

“You guys are the worst,” you muttered, laughing as Jason huffed beside you.

And when they finally filed out, leaving you alone with Jason, you sank back into his arms, letting the chaos of the Batfamily fade into the background.

Jason chuckled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Well, at least they like you.”

You smirked. “Yeah, I think I’ve officially been inducted into the Batfamily now.”

Jason snorted. “They’ll never leave us alone again, will they?”

“Not unless we’re really convincing at family dinners,” you teased.

Jason sighed, but there was a fond look in his eyes. “Maybe we’ll make a run for it next time.”

You laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.”

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A girl with a service dog catches Jason’s eye, but he’s got to win over the girl and her dog, and the dog isn’t too sure about him

Jason noticed you every day during his morning run, always sitting on the same bench at the park, your dog at your feet, ready to assist at the mere sign of danger. Unfortunately for Jason, he seemed to think he was dangerous to you.

He had tried talking to you before, but as he got close to your bench, as you were distracted by the loud music on your earphones, the dog would always stand up, watching him like Jason meant any danger to its owner.

This happened every time, and he was getting out of ideas to get close to you. He had tried bringing it gifts, food even, but your dog remained faithfully aware of its and your surroundings, ready to keep the danger (Jason) away.

So this time, he decided to just watch. Not like a creep, but just observe you while he took a precisely timed break right in front of you. The dog, as usual, noticed him straight away, rising from his laying position to sit tightly at your feet. However, this time something different happened.

As the dog sat there, staring threateningly at Jason, you noticed his changing demeanor, placing a marker on your book and closing it to give the pup your full attention. 

Jason found joy at the interaction, fresh like a new episode of his favorite show. He watched you play with the dog's ears, and leave pecks on its head. And then you looked up, staring straight at him, and he choked on his water. Recollecting himself, he saw you give him a wave, giving him enough confidence to walk your way.

As he got close, he could hear the growling of your dog getting louder.

“Simba, relax.” you cooed, caressing his head. You moved slightly to the side, giving Jason some space to sit beside you.

“Hi!” he greeted once he reached you, extending his hands for you to shake. Your touch was cold, frail, and you quickly retracted it to rest on your lap. “I’m Jason. I always see you around whenever I’m on a run around here.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed…”you told him, timidly looking down at your dog to avoid his face. Jason found it adorable. “… you running past, sometimes I mean.”

“Oh, really?” he questioned, a smirk growing on his face. “Well, I’m certain your dog sure has noticed me before. I think he hates me.”

Laughing a little at his joke, you pet your dog once more, its chin resting on your legs, aware of your rapidly beating heart. “I’m sure he doesn’t, he just gets worried when I get nervous.”

The words came out of your lips without a second thought, and your head snapped up, your cheeks burned red, and Jason’s smirk only got larger.

“Well, how can I help you get less nervous?”

“I have no idea.” you answered shyly.

“Perhaps I can help you over dinner? Friday, 7pm?” he suggested, his heart now the one beating faster, going way off beat of its usual rhythm, and he wished your dog could calm him as well.

“Perhaps.”

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"Wanna come over and nap together?"

The first time you suggest it, Jason's bewildered. Nap together? You want to be temporarily unconscious... with him??

Jason's not a nap guy. Never has been. He's always awake, always alert. Even when Bruce took him in, Jason didn't nap. He thought it was childish but even more than that, he never felt relaxed enough to sleep in the middle of the day.

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Just a random thought.

Jason would be the type to have cheeks as red as cherries if you were to compliment him, so much that even his ear would burn red also, and if you were to compliment them too then Jason would try to cover them out in embarrassment.

He’s not cute or beautiful or anything else that you’ve been calling him recently, he’s anything but and yet his heart skips a couple of beats when you do call him such things with honesty and love within your eyes. It was enough to have him becoming that lovesick teenager that read romantic novels, the very same teenager that sang loudly to confession songs/reprises of his favourite theatrical plays.

He’s a six foot something man of scars, trauma and muscle. He’s not cute or gentle or delicate as you made him feel as you brushed your nose against his before kissing it, pulling away to smile at him as you then kissed the burning red apples of his cheeks so tenderly that Jason thought he was being kissed by a butterfly.

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Jason’s known you for a year now, a year that’s turned his life into something brighter, something more than it ever was. It’s as if he’s a star, suddenly glowing with a light he didn’t know he had, basking in the warmth of it all.

But Jason’s family doesn’t know yet. He hasn’t told them about you. You’re tucked away from them, like the Polaroid he keeps of the two of you at the fair, hidden in his wallet. Like the black-and-white photo of you curled up next to him on the couch, cup in hand, dozing off—his home screen, a little secret he holds close.

Right now, in the manor’s kitchen, Jason angles his phone away from the one person who’s in the room—Alfred—as he hurriedly types a message to you. His fingers glide across the screen, almost too fast, as if he can’t get your words to him fast enough. But then, Alfred speaks, his voice soft yet pointed.

“How long have you known them?”

Jason looks up quickly, eyes meeting Alfred’s. The older man’s lips curl into a gentle, knowing smile, and it only deepens when he adds, “You smile at your phone whenever they text you. I also believe you’ve set a special ringtone just for them.”

Jason’s cheeks flush pink as he tries to hide his reaction, fumbling for words.

“A year,” he blurts, clearing his throat. “I’ve known them for a year. They asked me out. We’ve been together for a few months now.”

Alfred leans in a little, his curiosity piqued. “Mm? A year?” He raises an eyebrow, his smile widening.

Jason scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, eyes darting back to his phone. “Yeah, a year. And now we’re together.”

Alfred’s eyes soften. “Can I meet them?”

If Jason had been asked this before, his answer would’ve been a definite no—protective, defensive. You were his safe place, his home, and the thought of introducing you to his complicated family was terrifying. But now? With Alfred asking, it doesn’t feel so scary. It doesn’t feel scary at all.

The thought of you meeting one of the most important people in his life doesn’t seem nearly as daunting as it used to. In fact, it feels right.

Jason looks up, eyes meeting Alfred’s, and his answer is soft but certain.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

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DEVOTION

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Plot: A fight with Jason gets heated—sharp words, stubborn tempers, neither of you backing down. But when the tension snaps, it turns into something else entirely—something raw, desperate, and messy.

Words: 10k

CW: established relationship, 18+, smut, argument, angry/make-up sex, oral sex (m+f receiving), praise, teasing, rough sex, squirting, creampie, aftercare, domestic fluff, a bit of angst

The apartment door slams behind you both, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet space. Your heels clack against the hardwood as you stalk toward the bedroom, too pissed to even look at him right now. Jason follows, his heavy boots thudding after you, that cocky swagger in every step even though you're very clearly fuming.

"Are you really gonna be mad all night?" he asks, tone half lazy, half exasperated.

You whip around so fast your hair flies over your shoulder, finger already pointed at his chest. "Yes! Jason, I swear to God, you're fucking impossible!"

His brows shoot up, that infuriating smirk tugging at his mouth. "What'd I do now, doll?"

"What'd you do? Are you serious?" You step closer, eyes flashing, and jab a finger into his chest. "You almost started a fight at the restaurant! Over nothing! Just—someone bumped into me, and suddenly you're ready to crack skulls like you're still some street kid with nothing to lose, except you have everything to lose, Jason! I have everything to lose!"

That softens his smirk, just a little. But it doesn't disappear, not entirely. "Baby, I had it under control."

"No, you didn't!" Your voice breaks on the words, frustration and fear tangled up too tight in your chest. "You never have it under control when you get like that. You stop thinking. It's like you don't even care what happens to you."

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You're bein' dramatic."

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late night dreaming

jason todd x reader

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jason todd who never thought he’d leave gotham.

jason todd who thought he was the only one who could save Gotham- that he had to stay there until the day he died. no matter the abuse, this was his city to protect, to clean up.

to make whole again.

then you wormed your way into his life. every time he saw you, you clawed deeper and deeper into his soul, planting yourself firmly in the center of his heart. it wasn’t long before his mind started to change.

not because of his need to save gotham going away- that would always be a part of him, but there was something more important. something he found far more value in.

his life with you.

the quiet hum of the ac in your dingy apartment has become the soundtrack of his nights. before you- it would’ve pissed him off. but he couldn’t find it in him to care when you were curled against him, breathing quietly.

jason went out on patrol less. he felt more pulled to the safety of your apartment, your arms- that cheap tea you made him that was better than anything alfred’s ever handed him (he will never admit that out loud because it will KILL that old man). he’d joked, telling you he was turning into a lapdog. not that he minded.

jason wanted to let it all go. give it up- run away with you, if you could even call it that. but you knew jason. knew it would hurt him- his pride, at least, if he slipped away from being a vigilante and escaped to something more… civvie. you tried to make him go out more- do what you knew he had to do. but it didn’t work. his priorities had shifted, unbeknownst to you.

jason held you close, studying you as you slowly drifted off. “have you ever thought about leaving?” he whispered, fingers tracing over the freckles on your arm.

you hummed- eyes fluttering open. “you? never.

his chest rumbled with laughter, smiling down at you. “not me, baby. gotham. you always talk about hating it here… why don’t we leave?”

you sat up, brows furrowed. “jason you can’t leave? what about-” his hand cupped your cheek, a genuine smile pulling at his lips. “i wanna give you a good life, i’m… i’m tired, sweetheart. i think..” he droned off, unable to say the words out loud. he wanted to quit.

you pressed your forehead against his, fingers dancing through the hair at the nape of his neck. “two weeks. think about it for two weeks, then tell me if you’re still tired, okay?” that made it easier, jason thought. he wasn’t being forced out of it. he wanted to leave- to give you a better life. any time he went on patrol it felt like you were left an open target. if something happened to you, he’d fall apart.

jason made his decision that night, staring into your eyes. but, he waited two weeks- planning a move somewhere he knew you’d love. where he knew you’d feel safer. because for you? giving this up was worth everything.

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hello there pretty! so, I've been thinking, you know when woman normally are doubting themselves, whether it's being too fat, too thin, whatever, and their partners put them in front of a mirror and make them admit to being beautiful? ....something like that about jason.....we all know he has low self-esteem.... just an idea ...... just that.

Hello and welcome to my blog, bestie! I absolutely loved this idea, and I've been thinking about it non-stop since you sent it 😩 I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I loved writing it 🥹

GLASS

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Plot: Getting ready for a gala should've been simple, but standing in front of the mirror brings out all the insecurities Jason thought he'd buried.

Words: 3,3k

CW: low self-esteem, body image issues, self-doubt, soft comfort, established relationship, mirror talk, fluff with a touch of angst

You step out of the bathroom, makeup perfect, hair styled just the way you like it, your dress hanging off your body like a dream, and you find him standing there, still in just his boxers, the suit Alfred tailored for him laid out on the bed. His hands are on his hips, broad back taut, muscles shifting under his skin every time he breathes. He's just... staring at it. Like the suit personally offended him.

You smile softly, crossing the room on bare feet until you can press up behind him, cheek resting against the warm, scarred expanse of his back. Your arms slip around his waist, palms smoothing over his stomach, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing under your touch.

"Jay," you murmur, voice low, soft, the kind of gentle that's just for him. "What's wrong, baby?"

He sighs, the kind that sinks through his whole body, weighty and heavy, a hand coming up to run through his hair.

"Nothin'," he says, but it's too quick, too practiced, and you know him way too well to believe it.

Your fingers trace along the faded edges of a scar, thumb brushing over his hip bone, grounding him. "Jay," you say again, quieter this time, but you don't push.

You just hold him, warm and soft against his back, knowing if you give him a second, he'll either bury it or let it out.

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